I am writing this post for my buddy Misty over at LIFE IS NOT ONE BIG JOKE who shares my love of Mondays!

Misty and I have long shared our hatred of this day of the week. A lot of people view Mondays as a day to start a new week and embrace it. R is one of those people, and personally I think those people must be sniffing glue or perhaps were dropped on their heads several times as children.

Mondays are always crazy and hectic on my end. Every Monday as I approach my office I wonder what "joys" will be awaiting me when I enter what I affectionately refer to as the House of the Village Idiots.

I spend most of Monday mornings sorting through voice mails, emails, and filtering out the office drama that seems to continuously unfold within these walls. Most days I feel as if I am a babysitter for over grown children rather than a Director of Sales.

After a Monday full of Romper Room fun with the Village Idiots I drive to get the kids from school. Since our house has grown in the past few weeks I get to play the game of mad dash like a crazy woman! I have to get to the High School to pick up the nephews, then the Elementary School to pick up 2 more, and then to the Pre-School to get the youngest.

On Mondays my lovely children are all in great moods!

They are tired from the weekend and before we even reach the drive way they are already complaining about homework, and who is going to watch what on TV, and who is sitting too close to the other etc...

Mondays are the start of the homework battle. I am lucky enough to spend at least 3 hours on Mondays trying to sort through their schedules, homework and their busy weeks ahead. They usually make this about as easy as a wisdom tooth extraction.

Once I finally get them started on homework it's dinner time. Mondays in the kitchen always seem to be unorganized. I usually have no idea what to make, as I had spent no time on my Sunday thinking about my Monday.

R usually always works late on Mondays and as he breezes through the door at supper time I often wonder why the Hell he seems so giddy. Again, the boy loves this day of the week, and often I feel like smacking him for it.

After dinner, kid’s baths...then the wonderful bed time battles begin. It appears that two days of the weekend have put them all off schedule and even though they are exhausted...they all kick and scream and declare they aren't tired! Bonus!

Once they are all in bed...I crawl to my own bed. Often I am too tired to wash my face or follow my bed time routine. I usually collapse on the bed watching the 10 o'clock news hoping to catch up on world events. Then I crash and burn.

For those of you who don't know me...this post must seem like I am a whiner and a complainer. This is not the case. I simply do not like this "wonderful" day of the week. The way I see it right now....only 8 more long hours left of this day before I can go to sleep.

Mondays are over rated. This day of the week should be banned world wide. Yet then again...I guess that would make Tuesday the new Monday and I am certain Tuesday doesn't want the bad rap.

This was for you Misty! I know you feel my pain and share in my total utter undying love for this beautiful day of the week that we so "tenderly" address as Monday.

Take care out there Ya'll!


AM

I am enjoying the last few hours of silence before the rug rats descend upon our humble home!

We had a good date night last night. Dinner was wonderful, and I managed to keep it down where it belongs! Bonus huh?

After dinner we hung outside by the pool. R relaxed with some wine and a few cigars. I sipped slowly on OJ all night! Party on! By midnight I was exhausted. R had a good little wine buzz going on and was a bad version of Chatty Cathy!

Lord the boy can talk and talk and talk when he's had a few drinks! I think he was still talking and giggling when I rolled over and fell asleep. Goofy boy that one.

This morning R brought me breakfast in bed. Normally I would have viewed this as a very thoughtful and sweet gesture. However this morning sickness thing is wicked for AM in the AM.

He proudly placed the tray of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and toast before me. The mere smell wafted into my nose like a bad gas from the sewers. I tried to smile at him, but I could already feel my mouth start to water.

I stared at the eggs...made over easy on toast just the way I like them. They seemed to taunt me this morning. The runny yellow yoke that exploded when my fork touched them made my stomach flinch. I wanted nothing more than to politely refuse the meal before me. Yet, since we learned of the baby he has been on me constantly to eat no matter how many times the toilet and I bond!

I slowly...and I stress the word slowly...started taking itty bitty baby bites. My stomach was already screaming at me, "BAD IDEA AM!!" Yet, we all know that I am a stupid stupid girl. I continued with my bites as R scarfed down his own meal, smiling at me, and most of all being damn proud of himself.

It only took about 8 or 9 bites of food before I was literally shoving the bed tray at him and running for the bathroom. When you are going to be sick it feels as if the bathroom is on the other side of the moon! One of these days I know I am going to be making the mad dash for my new friend "Mr. John" and will no doubt slip and fall on my stupid ass!

Oh the relief when it is over. Oh the bitter sweet fleeting moment when the "ordeal" is finally over. There are simply no words.

Upon returning to the bedroom I saw R sitting there on the bed looking at me. He had that "I'm sorry" look on his face. And then without even being asked he quietly took the tray into the other room as if he knew if I so much as even glanced at those damn eggs I would spend the rest of the morning toilet side.

And so the day begins. LOL And so the much needed silence of a quiet house shall soon come to an end. That's okay. A little refresher was all I needed.

Man, it sure seems like all I write about these days are my countless bouts of morning/afternoon/evening sickness. Sorry for that. I promise next week to have something more entertaining and less gross to write about. Well, at least I shall give it a good college try.

Happy Sunday Streamers!


AM

All is quiet on the Western Front! I fear even saying those words will jinx me....but it feels so good that I cannot resist sharing it!

R "divided" up the kids this morning. His 2 children went to his sister’s house, DB went to Grandma's house, and the two feuding nephews went to their grandparent’s house. He got them all fed and dressed this morning and packed up and out the door by 10:00. I was in awe of his organizational skills in the matter. Kinda feel like the boy deserves a medal or a brownie button.

I went and had my nails done this morning after they all left. It was nice to give my toes and hands a little TLC. It was a little slice of heaven.

R and I went and did the weekly grocery shopping without the five million interruptions we had last week. It amazes me that we spent almost $350.00 at the grocery store last week and one week later we spent the same! Lord have mercy!

I dare say we aren't feeding children but some exotic breed of garbage disposals. Not sure where those skinny little kids put the pounds of food they shovel into their mouths daily. It's a mystery to say the least!

So I am going to spend the rest of the afternoon doing NOTHING! I am sitting here with the lap top, watching cheesy TV, and enjoying the beauty of silence.

R is puttering around out in the garage. Not sure what he's doing but I think he's crazy for being outside in this miserable heat. What is it about men and their garages anyway? What the Hell do they really do out there? If I wasn't feeling so darn lazy I might go check it out, but that would require moving from the comfy place on the couch I have claimed as my own.

I hope everyone is enjoying their Saturday and that you all have a wonderful weekend. I am going to chill until it is time to get ready for date night. Then again R may never get me off of this couch!

Later Taters! Take care out there!


AM

This morning when I awoke I made the usual mad dash for the bathroom. I awake most mornings with a queasiness that is overpowering to say the least.

There I was taking care of the morning sickness "business"; my head hanging over the toilet like I had just had an all night bender. I may or may not have been cussing into the toilet bowl (I'm pleading the 5th) and I was interrupted by the sound of a little voice.

Little One: Morning.

I lift my head from the toilet to see R's youngest standing in the bathroom. He's smiling at me. I quickly sit upright and try and "gather" myself. I wondered how long he had been standing there in his little PJ's watching his future Step-Mother puke her guts out with her new found morning sickness.

AM: Morning Sweetie. Whatcha doin?

Little One: Daddy wants to know what you want for breakfast?

He smiled again as he swung his little arms back and forth.
R had been making the herd of cattle breakfast and as much as I appreciated it the mere thought of food literally made my mouth water in that way it does before you "toss your cookies"!

AM: Tell Daddy I will be there in a minute okay?

He nodded at me and walked out of the bathroom. As I got up to close the door I could hear the little one using his stadium voice:

Little One: She said she will be here in a minute cuz right now she has her head stuck in the toilet.

AM:

Moments later R is standing in the bathroom with his grin.

R: How ya doin'?

AM: Stop it.

R: You usually lock the bathroom door to prevent "visitors". Are you losing your touch already?

AM: *gives him the bird* There was no time. I barely made it from the bed to the bathroom.

He's laughing now. I feel like flicking toilet water on him, but I refrain.

R: What do you want to eat?

AM: Nothing.

R: You have to eat.

AM: Not hungry now.

R: I'm going to ask you again what do you want to eat?

AM: Ugh! It doesn't matter what I eat this baby is just going to have me throwing it up in ten minutes.

R: Oh well. So what should I make you?

I was getting frustrated. He means well, but when your stomach feels like it's on the rolling seas the last thing you want to do is eat. Yet, I have lost this battle a million times with him. I was too tired to fight about it. I agreed to eat dry toast.

Later this morning after we had dropped all the kids off at school we were talking in the car.

R: I have planned a date night for us tomorrow night.

AM: Really? A date night huh?

R: Yup, I think we need a date night.

AM: Honey did you forget we have five kids under our roof right now?

R: No.

AM: Well we can't just take off for date night who is going to watch the kids?

R: Taken care of...no worries.

AM: Honey, did you auction the kids off on eBay?

R: Funny, AM.

AM: Who did you find that would be crazy enough to watch your 2 kids, my daughter and your two feuding nephews?

R: I divided them up.

He grins at me and I can tell he is proud of his accomplishment in "taking" care of the babysitting for the kids.

AM: Divided them how?

R: You needn't worry about it.

Okay, the boy is a great Dad and right now I admire him greatly for taking in his two nephews....yet I sat there wondering if he was really capable of making "arrangements" for five kids. I decided to just trust him...I also felt way too tired to ask anymore questions.

AM: What are we going to do for our date night?

R: I made reservations at your favorite restaurant.

AM: Honey I really don't think you should spend all that money on a dinner that I will just end up offering up to the porcelain gods.

R: Then the gods will eat well tomorrow night.

We both laugh. It appears we will have a much needed kid-free date night tomorrow night. Dinner and then a quiet evening out by the pool listening to some music.

R: When we get home I will have some wine and a cigar. You can have a Shirley Temple and some carrot sticks.

AM: Can't wait.

Just another day in the exciting house of AM and R. I am hoping that our date night goes off without a hitch and that his babysitting arrangements are good ones.

I wonder if R came into the Stream and "divided" up the kids? Anyone expecting an unruly visit from 5 little "darlings" tomorrow night?

I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend! Take care out there ya'll!


AM

Today I have a true hormonal "party" going on. It ain't pretty, and is almost down right pathetic. It started last night and those darn little buggers won't quiet down.

I warn you that I have a "Sybil" thing going on! AM one minute, cry baby the next, Super Bitch the next, and there is always room for Miss Sleepy. So...you should read at your own risk.

I don't know why it started or how it started. Quite frankly I was cooking dinner last night and just started crying. Nothing had happened...I just started crying like a baby. R bless his heart handled the ridiculous episode with ease and grace. I am certain he was really thinking....."What the Hell is wrong with her???"

I went to bed early last night as I thought perhaps I was just tired. R took over bedtime duty. When he finally came into the bedroom after 10 PM and finally getting the 2 teenagers to bed....he looked a wee bit tired. I felt bad...for a second...and then just started crying again. Poor guy. I am sure he thought about going to sleep in one of the kid’s rooms to avoid the hormone "party", but he didn't. R is either brave or really stupid.

The little party has continued all day long. I cry on and off and then I get pissy. Lord my mood swings are bigger than the Great Divide. Every hour seems to bring on a new emotion. I don't recall being this sappy and grumpy when I was pregnant with DB. This baby experience feels so much different than last time. Or did I just forget???

The kids are all doing their homework right now...quietly. I think it's because they think I might start crying again and I think they have had their fill of the tears and sappy stuff. They all even offered to help with dinner. Hmmmmm...maybe this hormone thing has a positive side????

R joked today that perhaps I am so up and down with my emotions because I am having twins. The boy is funny isn't he? I think he has a future in Stand Up Comedy. Is it wrong to give your fiancée the "bird" when he tells his super duper funny jokes???

So Streamers pass the Kleenex...the hormones are on a bender! Stay away from the water people....I may have contaminated the Stream! Take care out there....


AM